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Nov 2019
the phone rings

an empty room, back room



quarry tiled

dust settles on



stained

bakelite , cream, twisted wire



bell sound

bell sound



wind blows around the houses

leaves fly ; a mass extinction



red tiles, bell sound

dust settles

dust motes



phone rings ; bell sound



no one answers

no one is left



who rang?
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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